When some winds
…whip my wins
And some suns
…shatter my stock
When some rains
…wreck my rest
And some dust
…render me blind
I let my being
…shed the tears
As I, like the statue of patience
…wait
II
For though there be unmerciful winds
…there are kind airs
There are cruel suns
…still there are warm suns
There are fierce rains
…but there are rains of blessings
And as there are notorious dust
So exist fine loam
III
Yes –
The cruel ones can come in succession
But no –
Forever is not part of their hurting
If transiency is fair
Its fairness reigns in the agents of trouble
For they come like the light of fireflies
And diminish only to resurface
…until daylight swallow them whole
…into ridicule
…then oblivion
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 27, 2019
12 replies on “MOVING ON”
OmG! I love this poèm. you spoke it all.
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Hm! This one.
Unmerciful winds…
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De très belles poésies ! Merci Cecilia pour tous ces poèmes partagés.
Bonne fin de semaine pour toi. Vive le Ghana ! Amitié et bisous de France. ❤
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Merci beaucoup de votri visite. Bonne fin de semaine pour toi. Vive le France! Amitié et bisous de Ghana. ❤
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So meaningful, loved it
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